You Can Be The Boss

You taste like the Fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, myI love you but I don’t know why

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop

He had a cigarette with his number on itHe gave it over to me: Do you want it?I knew it was wrong but I palmed itI saved it, I waited, I called itThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lipsThe liquor on your lips makes you dangerousI knew it was wrong, I’m beyond itI tried to be strong but I lost it

You taste like the Fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, my

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop

He has a white Corvette like I want itA fire in his eyes, no, I saw itHe’s bleeding from his brain and his walletHe’s sick and he’s taken but honestThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lipsThe liquor on his lips I just can’t resistAs close as I’ll get to the darknessHe tells me to: Shut up, I got this

You taste like the Fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, my

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop

I need you, I need you babeLike I never needed anyoneYou’re wrong but you’re so much funYou say you treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen, you're not that nice

But you taste like the Fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, my

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop

You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop